.:Dwindling Hope:.She clings to this dream, but as if it were water - it slowly slips from her grip.Every drop fallen, a missed opportunity. Every crack between her fingers, so out of her control. Helpless to her own undoing, she struggles to hold on.Wondering how real it all was from the beginning. Has she truly fooled herself? Is it even worth still carrying on?Letting go would simply end it all, The struggles, the helplessness and the hurt.But hope is the only thing stopping her.Like a beggar on the streets, she hopes for someone to help fill the cracks,For someone to give her the chance to overflow with opportunities once again.For someone to
.:Banofee:.She cannot help but dream of her at night & Should she forget those reveries, daylightNever fails to remind her how things couldHave been different; Should have been different. She Let distance take place and the memory ofHer is something she cannot erase, nor letGo.
.:Her Soul Will Never Know True Happiness:.She was born, cursed to miseryFor from misery she was bornBrought up into povertyAnd to poverty she is swornA life of labor is her fateAnd nothing in returnNo matter how long she decides to waitNot a penny she will earnAnd every lover that she'll ever knowWill never truly love herAnd every heartbreak she'll have to undergo.Will have been something she tried to deter.For she was born, cursed to miseryFor from misery she was bornAnd everyday will pass by bitterlyAnd she'll be left forlorn.
.:A New Dawn:.Another Night. Alone.Alone since you left her there hanging.Not with a rope, but with words.You shattered her with reality. The truth.And left her there to pick herself up.Now hating that she cannot hate you.A New Dawn Awakens her. Not you.For you're gone.
Sta.sh
